Like I needed the internet to tell me that.

Your Inner Child Is Sad

You're a very sensitive soul. You haven't grown that thick skin that most adults have. Easily hurt, you tend to retreat to your comfort zone. You don't let many people in - unless you've trusted them for a long time.

How Is Your Inner Child?

One nice thing about being fat

is that I very rarely have to be involved in one of those "OMG my upper arms are so FAT!!" conversations that skinny women like to have. I guess they just think that I wouldn't be interested in the topic. Which is ironic, because my upper arms are actually fat. And I mean fat, not like skinny women's arms are fat. (No offense to skinny women, but their idea of fatness is generally very skewed, in my experience.)

Maybe something about talking to a fat person about fat embarrasses them. Like they're supposed to pretend that they didn't notice what I look like. Or, perhaps they sense that I don't give a crap that my arms are fat. Either way, good for me.

Also, fat fat fat. Fat. Fat fat. Fat. There, that makes fifteen times I used it in one post. Eight (not counting "fatness," though I think it could count) just wasn't enough.